F Minor - D 940

Of these two pianos one must surely be
the other's misgiving. Play it at night
before bed, it's blood, play it first thing in the morning,
one is the other's phantom. Naked, wet,
woman, how did it ever happen
that a man struck up these sounds:
of the two pianos, at least one feels broken.

Enis Batur, New European Poets, Clifford Endres, Selhan Savcigil-Endres (trad.), Wayne Miller, Kevin Pruffer (eds.), Graywolf Press, 2008